The beginning... maybe

When I was a kid I took my dad's fly rod and went to the creek behind our house and tried to use it based on what I'd seen the old man do.  The first thing I caught was our family's 15 year old cow dog, who was mean on a good day.  I gave up fly fishing then in favor of spinners and jigs.  Just recently, my good friend Alex came down from the wilds of Gunnison, and taught me how to catch brookies in La Plata river using my fly rod. That's some seriously fun stuff! I think I'm getting hooked on this fly fishing nonsense.  I just have a cheap fly rod, once I pull in a few 20" fish, then maybe I'll upgrade.